Gucci Vest! Lyrics

I don't write songs, issa suicide note

Niggas be bobbin' they head, that's why my neck round my rope

Swear I can't get touch, touch lil' niggas like Pope

While I'm starin' at the blade in my hand while I croak

Child's play, send hollows through your throat

I heard 'em speakin' on my name, bet this 40 take your soul

Nigga talkin' all that shit, but I be fuckin' on yo hoe

Up the chopper, then I blow, slime or slat whip yo nose

Nigga talkin' all that shit, but you a bitch, boy

Nigga keep on talkin' all that shit, cause I get rich, boy

Nigga keep on talkin' all that shit, you on my dick, boy

Nigga keep on talkin' all that shit, meet the switch, boy

Hold on, got a F.N, it stay with a switchy

Man, yo bitch go suck da cocky, yea she stay on the dicky

Nigga talkin' all that shit, he gon' meet the whole blicky

Yeah, I'm countin' on my Guap, yeah, I'm countin' up $50

Man, that bitch gon' suck the dick, man, she show me big titties

When I'm chillin' at the show, she gon' rub on the dick

Y'all gon' hold the radio, niggas playin' my songs on the radio

Finna fuck yo bitch, she playin' my songs on the stereo

Bitch, I'm faded, asf faded asf, faded in a hole

Nigga talkin' all that shit, up the chopper then I blow

Uh, pourin', walk hard

Nigga talkin' shit, but I know he is not hard

Finna fuck this bitch, she strum the dick like a guitar

Nigga talkin' shit, she gon' suck it to these bars

Huh, that we finna go deep in

Fuckin' on this bitch, and she suck me real deep in

I'm bouncin' out the whip, I'm bounced out with blue Benjis

Fuckin' on this bitch, I fuck this bitch with two semis

Squeezin' on the chop, I squeeze until the whole shit's empty

But my bullets is not skimpy

But my ahhhh

But my ahhhhh

But my ahhhh

But my bullets is not stingy

Posted in the crib, fucked up, simpin' walk hard

Bark without no bite, lots of these niggas just act hard

I poured act inside, the pineapple, watermelon Faygo

If a nigga on my dick, fuck around, n let this K go

In the crib, I'm changin' Balmain, Paulman, Balmain jeans

Nigga in the crib, he fucked up, he can't pay the lease

Niggas talk shit, he gotta talk on the mic like E

All this shit talkin' on the mic make me feel complete

Ugh, ugh, cause I'm so elite

Bad bitch, she gon' suck the dick, she my lil' stink

Niggas talkin' shit, oh my god I'm on the brink

I'ma up the chop then I'll shoot him till I leave him pink

Nah, I leaved him red

Hollow tips just hit him, I just shoot right in his head,

Talkin' like a jake, he he talkin' just like a fed

Drakeo, hit him rocked his bed, it just rocked his bed

When I'm off the meds

nigga off the percs, off the vics, bitch, I'm off whatever

Bitch, you know it, ahhh

Up Down

fatass nigga, you can't even pass the pacer test

I got Mike Amiri jeans, they complimenting my Gucci vest

Never give da bitch some gold I bet she fold on a UDY test

Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci

Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci vest

Mike Amiri they compliment my Gucci

Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci vest

Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci vest

Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci vest

Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci vest

Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci vest

Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci, ugh

Ah

Ah

Yurrr

Fuckin' playin' with me bitch ass nigga

Pipe up, bitch

D.I.D. in this bitch, we takin' over